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She wanted to lick each ridge and valley, nip the hard swells of muscles. Her gaze dropped to his long cock, the cap stringed with dripping pre-cum. The urge to drop to her knees and suck that pulsing length to the back of her throat, cup the full balls in her hand, had Annabelle taking a step forward.

“Who says we’ll need more than one night for all those times?” Evan asked, his voice lower and rougher than she’d ever heard it. “And Jus has it right”—he continued, bringing his hands up to frame her face—“no more thinking unless it’s about how good what we’re BEND

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doing to you feels.” Evan crushed his mouth to hers, his teeth scraping over her lower lip, tugging until she opened for him. His tongue plunged into her mouth, sweeping its depths, claiming every inch it touched.

Annabelle’s eyelids slammed shut as she groaned, her tongue flicking against Evan’s, battling for control. He pressed into her more firmly, demanding, taking, and Annabelle could only clutch at him, fisting her hands on his chest, then spasming before she dragged her nails over his nipples. The punishing kiss stirred her like a gentle one never would have.

Every cell in her body throbbed. Her cunt grew wetter, her clit pulsed with each heartbeat.

Slow, incinerating heat rolled up from her core, searing up her belly to her breasts, filling them with a need that made them feel fuller and almost too sensitive.

She was dimly aware of Justin holding her hips, guiding her backwards as Evan caressed her cheek, the rough pads of his fingers brushing over the pulse at her neck. Lower still, then her shirt was unbuttoned and the grip on her hips disappeared as Justin ran his hands over her sides before reaching up and tugging the now open shirt off her shoulders. A quick jerk on the material and the shirt slid down her arms and off.

Evan rumbled as he tilted his head and slanted his mouth for a better angle. Whatever resistance Annabelle might have left regarding the need to be in charge melted as the two pairs of hands stroked over her body, teasingly light caresses that left her chasing after them, twisting and writhing to get more, always more as Evan ate at her mouth, never once letting her find her equilibrium. The bright red lacy scrap of bra she wore was unfastened and pulled off, then her breasts were cupped, the heavy mounds squeezed as her nipples were rolled between merciless fingers.

“Oh God,” Annabelle gasped when Evan finally lifted his lips from hers to trail stinging nips down her neck. He rumbled again and nudged her backwards.

“We’ve got you,” Justin rasped in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. “Trust us, Belle, we’ll keep you safe—or as safe as you really want to be.”

Evan struggled to keep the hurt at bay as Justin guided Annabelle to her back on the bed. He hadn’t expected her protest that this would just be one night, but he should have. It had stung, then quickly turned into a full-blown ache that had sparked his anger. Why BEND

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couldn’t she see how good they would all be together? His pain had quickly morphed into the determination to show her just that. And Justin had called it right; letting Annabelle think and take control wouldn’t have her seeing this as different from her other sexual encounters.

Evan knew instinctively that she had always been the one in charge in the past. They needed to give her an experience unlike any she’d had before—and they would.

“Fucking beautiful,” Justin rasped as he knelt on the bed beside Annabelle. He trailed his fingers over her stomach beforeinching up to her ribs. Evan took a moment to appreciate the contrast between Justin’s dark, rough hands on Annabelle’s milky smooth skin. He watched Justin cup the swells of her breasts, and his arousal flared brighter. Annabelle’s breasts were mouth wateringly beautiful. Her deep pink nipples were already beaded, the very tips darker from Justin’s plucking fingers. Evan knew how those fingers felt on him, the short nails scraping over his nubs, the way Justin pinched and twisted at Evan’s nipples until he thought he would come just from that.

Justin cupped Annabelle’s tits then pushed them together before rolling the tips between his thumb and forefinger. Evan’s dick tapped at his lower belly at the sight of that, then his gaze shot up as Annabelle’s kiss-swollen mouth dropped open on a moan, her eyes glimmering with need as her back arched, pressing her breasts into Justin’s grasp. Oh yeah, he
knew
exactly how she felt.

Evan thought he might come just from watching, and that would not do at all.

Dropping to his knees at the side of the bed, he quickly removed her boots and socks. Justin grunted his approval and reached down with one hand to unfasten her jeans.

“Lift your hips, baby,” Justin crooned, and Annabelle, who Evan was sure would normally rip anyone’s head off who called her baby, only moaned again and raised her ass up off the bed. Evan gripped the waistband of her jeans and caught the elastic band of some very skimpy, lacy red panties, and divested Annabelle of the last of her clothes. He skimmed his palms up her calves, over the inside of her knees, and further up to the soft, sweet skin of her inner thighs.

Unable to resist, Evan leant forward and sucked at one pale thigh even as his eyes feasted on her glistening wet pussy, the lips swollen with arousal the neatly trimmed pale blonde hair couldn’t hide. He nibbled his way closer to that honeyed spot, inhaling deeply, pulling the scent of her musky hunger into his lungs. Her thighs trembled under Evan’s touch and her pale skin was smattered with goose bumps.

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Evan darted a glance at Justin who nodded at him before taking Annabelle’s lips in an uncompromising kiss. Annabelle was making the sweetest sounds, throaty purrs that sent silky hot spears of desire through Evan.

Sliding his hands further up Annabelle’s thighs, Evan pushed them, spreading her legs wider. He reached down and ringed each ankle, lifting them until Annabelle bent her legs and brought the backs of her heels to rest against her ass. Pride at her lack of inhibition, her ease at spreading herself for his viewing rippled through Evan. He greedily drank in the vision she made, her cunt lips opened now, her clit a hard tight knot peeking from its hood, and back down, her small pink hole, fluttering as he stared.

Evan wanted to dive in, taste and feel everything at once, lap at her juices and smear them on his cheeks and chin as he buried his face in her centre. Justin teased him about his proclivity for rubbing his face in his lover’s genitals, but, weird fetish or not, and Evan said
not
, it was something he simply couldn’t resist doing. Although he could and did understand that it might not be the best thing to do during their first time together.

His own hand shaking as his cock ached with the need for release, Evan stroked his fingers over the plump lips of Annabelle’s cunt. Her hips jutted up at the touch, and the guttural sound she made had his dick leaking in steady pulses. Another soft brush of his fingers brought an even stronger reaction, Annabelle growling and trying to press into his touch. Her body quivered in a wave-like ripple as the scent of her arousal grew stronger.

Evan gave in and leaned closer.

He sucked first on one slick fold and then the other, pulling hard with his mouth, knowing Annabelle was too far gone for anything softer. The salty sweet flesh swelled more as Evan suckled. His own moans joined Justin’s and Annabelle’s as he licked into her pussy, stiffening his tongue and fucking her with the stiff muscle.

Annabelle’s cream was every bit the honeyed nectar Evan had known it would be. Her pants and gasps fuelled him to drive her higher. Evan slicked two fingers, running them through her juices, then plunged the slippery digits into Annabelle’s cunt. Her throaty scream of pleasure was followed by her shoving her hips down, trying to sink more of his fingers into her. Evan began thrusting, short, hard strokes as Annabelle thrashed, her hips jerking, fucking his fingers. He reached an arm between her calf and thigh, planting a hand on her hip.

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Firmly holding her down, Evan sucked her clit into his mouth, tapping it with his tongue. His fingers curled, brushing her G-spot, a ghost of a touch at first, firming as he carefully scraped his teeth over the nub he was suckling. A third finger slid in with the other two, and Annabelle gave a hoarse shout as her pussy rippled and convulsed around the thick digits. Evan pumped ruthlessly as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, alternating fast and hard hits with slower, sucking pulls.

The bed dipped and he glanced up in time to see Justin scrambling off the bed.

Annabelle tossed her head and reached down with jerky movements, burying her hands in Evan’s hair. She was panting hard, loud skittery puffs of air, her eyes narrows slits of blue-black, her lips more swollen now, red patches of beard burn on her pale skin. Evan groaned against her clit, his fingers stalling when he saw the love bites Justin had left on her breasts and trailing down to her belly button.

Annabelle’s hands tightened in his hair as she pushed his head down and thrust her hips up, demanding more. More pressure, more friction, more teeth, more tongue, more fingers, faster, harder, deeper—
more.
Evan gave it to her, moaning with his own need, wishing he could grab his cock and jerk. It wouldn’t take more than a couple of strokes, he was so close.

“Keep eating her, baby,” Justin rumbled, “I know you gotta be as hard as I am. Gonna fuck you till we both come—until we all come.”

Evan’s whimper of gratitude must have felt pretty damn good to Annabelle, because she slammed her hips up, shoving her clit against his teeth. Evan answered her demand with a controlled bite on the nub as he pressed against it with his tongue.

“Coming in,” was all the warning Evan got before Justin spread his ass open and guided his thick cock to Evan’s hole. Evan keened, arching his back as Justin gripped his hips and roared as he buried his steely length in Evan’s ass. Annabelle bucked and thrashed, her movements jerky and her panting turning to cursing as her channel gripped Evan’s fingers, holding them deep within her.

“OhmyfuckingGod!” Annabelle wailed, her shoulders coming up off the bed as Evan moved his fingers what little he could in her pussy’s tight hold. He released Annabelle’s clit from his mouth and rubbed it in hard tight strokes with his thumb, unable to suckle any more as Justin was pounding into him, fucking him so hard Evan knew he’d feel it for a week. He hoped he would.

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Evan coaxed Annabelle’s orgasm along, drawing it out until she screamed, unintelligible words, at least to Evan. He couldn’t comprehend much past the blood roaring in his ears as Justin fisted his cock and drilled his ass. Evan gasped and felt his entire body seize up as cum sprayed from his dick even as Justin filled his ass with spunk.

As the roaring faded, Evan rested his cheek against Annabelle’s thigh as Justin clung to him, his big body still shuddering. All in all, Evan thought, they hadn’t done too bad—and the night was just beginning.

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Annabelle had almost got her breath back when Justin patted Evan’s ass and tossed a condom on the bed.

“You two can start another round while I shower, if you want. I promise not to be long.” With a wink Justin loped into the attached bathroom, his taut ass cheeks shifting with each stride.

“Shit, he’s built,” Annabelle muttered, thinking of how she had a soft spot here and there she just couldn’t lose without the help of some lipo. Like that would ever be an option.

“Belle…” Evan’s palms skimmed up her calves while his lips nuzzled the other. His voice skimmed her everywhere, setting flickering spikes of heat off in the most delicious way. “Can I fuck you now?”

Wondering what happened to the whole ‘don’t let her think’ approach wasn’t worth the time it’d waste, not when Evan was looking up at her through her spread legs, his sexy eyes filled with promises that made Annabelle’s nipples draw up into tight, hard beads.

“I sure as hell wish someone would,” Annabelle teased, batting her lashes as she spread her thighs wide. The sound Evan made, like someone had kicked him in the gut hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, had Annabelle’s cunt soaked. Keeping her gaze on Evan, she smoothed her hands over the mounds of her tits, pinching the nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. “But maybe you should watch and learn what I like first.”

Twisting the hard buds, Annabelle bit her lower lip as she swallowed back a whimper.

It always felt so fucking good, that mix of pleasure and pain. She arched her back and tugged the pinched nubs, adding a grind of her hips to the mix. Her pussy ached with each touch to her breasts, the pleasure zinging from the two spiked points straight to the inner walls of her cunt.

She felt more cream run from her slit into the crack of her ass and wondered if Justin would take her there the way he had taken Evan, ploughing into him with a force that caused her hole to flutter with anticipation. It’d hurt, but that would be part of the pleasure, wouldn’t it? The idea excited her unbearably.

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“Evan,” Annabelle smiled even as she wiggled her hips, the hollow ache growing stronger. “Fuck me already.”

Evan gave her a smile that sent a trill of fear through her. Not that she thought he would ever seriously hurt her, but something was shifting, the control slipping from her grasp as surely as Evan was rising to his feet.

“Sure thing, Belle, but first…” Evan lunged forward, grabbing and rolling Annabelle onto her belly. “Yeah, this is how I want you, so I can fuck you hard and deep, fast and dirty.

That’s what you want, isn’t it Belle?”

“I—”

Evan sprawled over her, his body covering hers, the hair on his chest, legs and groin scraping over her skin in a way that only made her hornier. Evan’s thick cock was wedged into the crack of her ass, and Annabelle couldn’t stop herself from trying to push up against that tempting length.